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The Lion and the Rose
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from The Lion and the Rose: He lifted her into his powerful arms and she felt the strength surround her. Her nipples brushed against his heavy chest and suddenly she realized he was completely naked. His hard cock pressed insistently at her mound, and he crushed her to him. She felt the tickling of whiskers against her face as he claimed her mouth with a savage intensity she found exhilarating. She wanted his passion, she wanted his demands. Her feet were off the ground and she was completely at his control. She remembered the fierce, animal mating of Rudy and Jolene, the demand for submission by the male, and she knew what Mikelas would expect from her. He lifted his head to look down at her and she saw the bright glitter of his golden eyes. "I'll take no more than you are willing to give, my Rose. No matter what." She wound her arms around his neck and pulled his head back down. "I'm not afraid of you, my lion. I've been afraid of every other human contact for ten long years. But I'm not afraid of you." She meant every word. As commandingly primitive and alien as his appearance was right now, she didn't fear him. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. "You must be very certain. Once I make you mine in the physical sense, I won't let you go. Do you realize that? Right now, at this moment, I can set you free. Let you go back to your home, away from Midian." "And what happens to you if I do that? Even if I wanted to." He looked away from her. "I will run with my brethren for the rest of my life. My humanity will be lost forever." "Is that what you want, Mikelas? Do you want me to leave?" He looked back down at her. "No. I want you, Rosemarie. But I won't make you stay here if you can't love what I am. Making love is not enough, you must love me. Or I must let you go back to your home." She reached up to cup his beautiful, leonine face. "Haven't you realized yet that I have no home? Maybe I've been led here to find my way home, to the place where I truly belong. Please, Mikelas, make love to me. Show me how to get home again. Because I can't seem to find my way alone." His mouth crashed down over hers. His long tongue driving between her lips. She felt a large hand wind into the long locks of her hair. He pulled back, exposing her neck, and dipped lower to suck at her flesh. Her nails dug into the taut stretch of his shoulders as she soared upward. His thick shaft rubbed against her cleft and her pussy dripped with her juices. She wanted to feel his length inside her, fucking her deeply. The vision of the lions again flashed before her eyes, the primality of the act. She remembered Prince Lyon and Princess Tira and the ferocity of their passion, the sounds of their completion. And the glow of happiness that seemed to shine from within them. She wanted that kind of passion for herself. That kind of happiness. She wanted to feel again in the most intense way. She needed to experience the passion of Mikelas's demands. One large hand, which seemed more clawed paw than fingers, ripped at her blouse, freeing her breasts, a mouth fastened on her hardened nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth, and she cried out with the pleasure. Suddenly, she felt the lust swamp through her like a tidal wave, and she was spinning over and over, caught up in the churning waves of the passion he drew from her. She wanted to give to him. She wanted to offer everything to this strong man-lion, this unique creature, who would make her his mate and not just his bride. She tangled her fingers in his lush, thick mane, held on for dear life as he ravaged her body, drawing the need from her. All she could do was hold on helplessly as the myriad of sensations crashed over her. "Mikelas&ldots;oh, God, Mikelas."
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